I'm going to puke | Act 1
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SCOTT, BLAZE, AND STILES ARE IN CLASS, with Scott seated in front of Stiles and Blaze who is beside him. Scott is watching curiously as the teacher starts passing out graded tests.

"If Derek isn't the Alpha... if he's not the one who bit you... then who did?" Stiles asked his best friend. His mind was curious after what Scott had told them about being bitten by another werewolf who wasn't Derek.

"I don't know." Scott shakes his head with a small shrug as he spoke quietly.

Stiles sighs and sits back in his seat for the briefest moment before thinking of another question and leaning forward, gently smacking Scott in the back with the back of his right hand. "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

"Stiles just shut the fuck up about it." Blaze hissed at him. He had a good night with Ryle and then it all goes back to the werewolf bullshit they got stuck in. Blaze was thinking about ditching the boys to fend for themselves but that wouldn't stop him from knowing what he already knows.

"I don't know," Scott answers Stiles after sending Blaze a thankful smile. He was getting annoyed with the questions he had no answers to. Every unanswered question was just a reminder of how useless he was at the moment.

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?" Stiles asked another question making Scott lose his patience, "I don't know!"

Blaze rolls his eyes as he ignores the pair by watching the teacher, who handed back their tests, which he probably failed because instead of studying he decided to wing it. He was sort of smart at science, he knew the basics and a few things that stuck with him but that's about it.

The teacher handed back Stile's test to which he grinned at seeing the A that he got, while Blaze got a B, which he could care less about, and Scott sighed when he got a D-.

"Dude, you need to study more!" Stiles said sarcastically as Blaze looked over at his test.

"Yeah Scott, or else you'll be getting more D's than me. And that's a lot." Blaze smirked at Scott who glared at him, hiding the blush on his cheeks by glaring at Stiles for his comment.

"That was a joke. Scott, it's one test! You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?" Stiles offered him but Scott shook his head, "No, I'm studying with Allison after school today."

Stiles and Blaze's grinned proudly as Stiles pats him on the back. "That's my boy!"

"We're just studying," Scott said in confusion, not understanding the grins on their faces.

"Uh, no, you're not." Blaze scoffed. Scott was just going to study with a hot girl? That's something Lydia and Blaze did because he was gay. Scott was not gay so there is no reason for him to just "study" with his hot girlfriend. Well, there was but besides the point.

"No, I'm not?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows, making Stiles and Blaze scoff.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you! If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God, I'll have you de-balled." Stiles said sternly.

"I study with Lydia. Do you want to be her gay best friend, or do you want to be the man that rocks her world? Because lately, you've been acting like the secret gay best friend. Trust me, I've been there." Blaze exclaimed with a nod as Scott stared at him for a moment before looking away with a sigh.

"Okay. Just... stop with the questions, man."

"Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha, or Derek... Especially Derek... who still scares me..." Stiles trailed off making Blaze chuckle.

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"Yo! Scotty. Wait up." Blaze called out as he saw Scott making his way to his bike so he could go home.

"Yeah?" Scott asked turning his body to face him as he unlocked his bike.

"About earlier. About the whole gay best friend thing, I didn't actually mean that. Or honesty I did but that's not why I'm over here. I just waited to say. Don't do anything you're not ready to do, especially when you've had one date with her but whatever, just don't feel pressured to do anything. And yes, this is the same talk I gave to Lydia." Blaze rambled as Scott chuckled.

"It's fine, Blaze. I know what you meant and yes I'm aware of my options but thank you for the encouraging words." Scott smiled playfully.

"Okay good. Do you need any tips or anything? I may have not been with a girl before, I but I know a thing or two." Blaze wiggled his eyebrows at Scott who pushed him with a laugh.

"I-I don't know what I want so I think I'm good. Thanks though." Scott coughed awkwardly. He hated thinking about sex or anything sexual. He's never felt ready for it and even with Allison, he wasn't sure if he was ready to do that yet, but he did want to explore that area someday.

"That's an 'I'm not ready' kind of thing. If you don't know what you want, then don't do anything. There's a high chance you will regret it and I know a lot of people want it to be with someone they love or whatever." Blaze shrugged.

He didn't regret his first time with the stranger from the club but that didn't mean anyone else might. And Scott seemed like the person who would want it to be a memorial.

"Did you regret your first time?" Scott asked him out of curiosity.

"No, not really. I just wanted to stick my dick in someone, didn't care for who or when." Blaze smirked as Scott chuckled at his bluntness, "I never cared for the whole dating and romantic shit, so making my first-time memorial didn't matter to me."

"Cared?" Scott asked, catching the past tense of the words.

"I'm trying new things." Blaze smiled behind Scott and waved to someone behind Scott making him turn around to see Ryle waving back at him as he got into his car.

"You and Ryle?" Scott wondered in surprise. He knew Blaze was never one for dating and to hear he was given it a shot was a surprise to the newly-turned werewolf.

"Yeah. It sorts of just happened." Blaze couldn't help the smile on his face as Scott just nodded his head not knowing what to say.

Suddenly they heard cars honking rapidly making them look over towards the parking lot to see Stile's Jeep parked at the front of the long line of waiting for cars and a pale and sick-looking Derek who was seconds away from passing out.

"Oh, no, no, no! No, not here!" Scott grumbled under his breath as they both ran over just in time for Derek's legs to give out, forcing him to collapse on the ground.

"What the hell?" Scott threw his hands up in disbelief as he spoke to Stiles who was getting out of his car and Blaze who crouched beside Derek.

"What are you doing here? You look disgusting." Blaze grimaced as he took in his pale and sticky skin.

"I was shot." Derek groaned as Blaze rolled his eyes, "Of course you were."

"He doesn't look so good, dude," Stiles said aloud as if they couldn't see that themselves.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked the older man who squeezed his eyes shut for a moment feeling a course of pain shoot through his body.

"I can't. It was-it was a different kind of bullet." Derek said, making Stiles perk up, "What, a silver bullet?"

"No, you idiot--"

"Wait, wait-- that's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours..."

"What? Who-who said forty-eight hours?"

"What are you talking about?" Blaze asked Scott with wide eyes wondering when he'd heard this or who he was talking about.

"The one who shot you," Scott said to Derek who started groaning loudly as his eyes began to flash between his human green eyes and his werewolf blue eyes. Scott looks horrified, his eyes darting around to make sure no one is watching before he mutters at Derek forcefully, "What are you doing stop doing that."

"I'm trying to tell you-- I can't."  Derek sputtered out.

Blaze saw people moving towards them to find out what's the hold-up, which made the brunette cover Derek's eyes with his hand, "There. Problem solved."

"Get off me." Derek slapped his hand away before glaring at the boy who shrugged.

"Help me get him in your car," Scott said to Stiles as Blaze helps them get Derek into the passenger seat of Roscoe. 

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek said to Scott who scoffs, "How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"Cause, she's an Argent. She's with them." Derek said.

"Why should he help you?" Blaze asked crossing his arms as he rose an eyebrow at the guy who's done nothing but threaten him—but then again, he was trying to help him.

"Because you need me," Derek said looking slightly nervous about his chances at survival.

"Fine. I'll try." Scott sighed before he turned to Blaze, "You go with them."

"What? Why? I can help you." Blaze asks in confusion. He didn't want Scott snooping around a hunter's house for a bullet and ending up getting caught.

"Because you can help Stiles with Derek, just in case anything happens. You're scarier than Stiles. Threaten him if needed." Scott muttered the last part.

"I can hear you." Derek glared at both of them who ignored him.

"Are you sure you can do this on your own?" Blaze asked Scott who nodded his head making Blaze sigh before looking at Stiles through the passenger door, "I'm going to follow you guys in my car. Call me."

"Alright. Let's just hurry up." Stiles tapped his hands against the wheel as people keep honking their horns.

"Be careful," Blaze told Scott with a stern voice making a nod as they all went separate ways.

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Stiles and Blaze helped Derek sit down as they had gotten to the animal clinic where Scott had told them to take him for the time being.

"Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked, reading the text off his phone.

"It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet." Derek told the pair who appeared confused.

"Why?" Blaze asked him, making Derek glance up at him, "Cause I'm gonna die without it."

"Oh, lovely. If you die, I'm not helping hide your body. You can rot in here with the rest of the animals." Blaze hissed at him as they helped Derek into the back room of the clinic where he pulled his shirt off.

"Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of..." Stiles gagged as he saw the wound.

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me." Derek panted as sweat covered his body.

"Positivity" just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asked with a shrug.

"Shut up, Stiles." Blaze rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time-- last resort," Derek said looking at the once again confused pair.

"Which is...?"

"One of you is going to cut my arm off."

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"Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?" Stiles gaped as they watched Derek tie a rubber band around his arm to control the blood flow.

"It'll heal... If it works..." Derek trailed off.

"If it works!" Blaze repeated loudly as he stared at Derek in disbelief. Werewolves, hunters, and now chopping off arms. He was completely done with this bullshit.

"Ugh. Look, I don't know if I can do this." Stiles looked away, shaking his head.

"Why not?" Derek asked impatiently.

"Are you seriously asking that!" Blaze yelled at him as if he's gone mad, "Why we can't chop off your fucking arm! I might as well cut off your head since you don't use it!"

"All right, fine. How about this-- either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head." Derek threatened Blaze who glared at him.

"Go for it. You know what asshole. I hope you die because then you'll be going down with me. I think I'm just going to sit here and watch you die a painful death." Blaze exclaimed as he moved to sit down on a box, making Stiles starred at him in disbelief.

"Blaze! I'm not doing this-" Stiles went to shake his head when Derek grabbed him by the shirt, "Oh, my God! Okay. All right. Bought. Sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it."

Suddenly Derek leaned over the table making the boys confused, "What? What are you doing?" Stiles asked before Derek started puking up black shit that made Blaze gag.

"I think your soul just got onto my shoes." Blaze grimaced as he decided to just buy a new pair.

"Holy God, what the hell is that?"

"It's my body... trying to heal itself..." Derek sputtered as he panted heavily.

"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it." Stiles looked seconds away from puking his soul out as well.

"Now. You gotta do it now." Derek looked up at him. Stiles looked at Derek's arm before cringing and shaking his head, "Look, honestly, I don't think I can--"

"Just do it!" Derek yelled at him impatiently.

"I'll do it. Chopping off this fucker's arm will bring me more joy than nightmares. I hope." Blaze muttered the last part as he jumped off and grabbed the mechanical knife and placed it on his arm.

"Oh god." Stiles squeezed his eyes shut as he looked away, "Oh, my God... All right, here we go..."

Blaze was seconds away from cutting into the flesh when Scott's voice was heard, "STILES! BLAZE!"

"Scott?" Blaze and Stiles froze as they looked towards the door to where Scott just ran in, and his eyes widen in horror as he stared at the scene in front of him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott asked with wide eyes.

"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!" Stiles sighed in relief making Blaze roll his eyes, "You weren't even going to do it."

"Did you get it?" Derek asked eagerly.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Scott asked as he nodded his head.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." Derek trailed off as his eyes fluttered shut and he fell to the floor, the bullet falling from his hands, into the air vent on the ground.

"No! No, no, no, no..." Scott muttered in desperation as he tried to reach the bullet.

"Derek! Derek, come on, wake up!"

"Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"

"I don't know! I can't reach it!" Scott told them anxiously.

"He's not waking up..." Blaze said trying to shake Derek awake but he wouldn't budge.

"I think he's dying... I think he's dead!" Stiles exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Just hold on! Come on..." Scott yelled to them as his finger grazed across the bullet before he grabbed it, "Oh! I got it! I got it!"

"I'm going to slap him." Blaze nodded, liking his idea.

"What no! You got to almost chop his arm off. I want this one." Stiles shoved him out of the way, ignoring the disbelieving look Blaze gave him, "Please don't kill me for this."

Stiles punched Derek awake before groaning in pain and shaking his hand, "Ugh! Ow! God!"

"That would not have hurt, if you had let me do it." Blaze rolled his eyes smugly as Derek grabbed the bullet, standing up with Scott's help before opening the bullet and pressing the gunpowder onto the table where he lit it with a lighter making it spark as they backed up. Once the sparks went out, Derek scooped the powder into his hand before pressing it into the wound, holding his finger in it before he screamed in pain.

"Oh, my god," Blaze muttered as Derek fell past Stiles and onto the ground where he yelled in pain. The three teenagers watched the wolfbane evaporate from the wound before it healed completely.

"That was... awesome! Yes!" Stiles pumped his fist as Scott and Blaze gave him looks.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked in worry that made reminded Blaze of a soft puppy. Which is exactly what he was.

Scary werewolf my ass.

"Well, except for the agonizing pain..." Derek said sarcastically.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health..." Stiles said before grunting in pain when Blaze elbowed him in the stomach.

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. Did you get that? And, if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything--" Scott threatens making Blaze and Derek stare at him in disbelief.

"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek asked appalled.

"Scott. I don't like him either but I sure as hell trust them as much as I trust him." Blaze said making Scott glance at him for a brief moment before looking back at Derek.

"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are." Scott scoffed before looking back at Blaze, "I trust them more than I trust him."

"You won't when they put a fucking bullet through your head, you idiot. Do you think just because you dating their little angel you won't kill you? News flash McCall, they're werewolf hunters, not your fucking future in-laws." Blaze snapped angrily as Scott and Stiles seemed surprised by his outburst.

They'd seen him angry before, but it was never directed at one of them and now that it was, it made them uncomfortable.

"I can show you exactly how nice they are," Derek said just as angrily if not more, as he thought back to everything that family did to him.

"What do you mean?"

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